Independence Daydreams

Last night, while I sat there reading and keeping my pooch company, I listened to the fireworks show up the street. My poor dog was shaken up by the constant barrage of booms and blasts. Luckily he wasn't frightened to the point of IBS (irritable bowel syndrome).

Anyway, while I was listening to the fireworks, I started thinking about our soldiers abroad. I sat there knowing that the noises I heard were fireworks, and by knowing that I had nothing to worry about. But our brave soldiers must hear far worse each and every night and they know its not fireworks. I tried to fathom the idea as much as I could, but since I have never been in their shoes, the idea alone seemed so off-scale. I began to wonder at that very moment what the men and women over there were experiencing. Knowing that they were celebrating their Independence Day by fighting for the independence of a different people? I thought about those I know who are stationed in Iraq and the vast numbers of those I never met, who in spite of that, still stood between me and harm, protecting me.

That is why they need our support. Not just a few of us, ALL OF US. Despite how you feel about their reason for being there. Despite if you agree or disagree with their orders. They deserve our support.

I'm not rich and I don't have much to give, but I am certainly trying. Here are a few sites that will help you support them in any way you can. Even something as simple as writing them a letter.